My body, in its withering, may become a lovely swallow.
Under the eaves of my loved one’s home I’ll build my nest of twigs.
After dusk I’ll fly aloft and glide gently to his side.
(Anonymous Asian)
More Poetry from Anonymous Asian:
Anonymous Asian Poems based on Topics: Body- The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet XI The Story of the Flood (Anonymous Asian Poems)
- The Poem of Antar (Anonymous Asian Poems)
- The Poem of Imru-Ul-Quais (Anonymous Asian Poems)
- The Epic of Gilgamesh Tablet VI (Anonymous Asian Poems)
- The Poem of Zuhair (Anonymous Asian Poems)
- Enuma Elish (When on high) (Anonymous Asian Poems)